He seemed to have the boy's attention now, met his aqua-colored eyes straight on as he finally looked his way. Did he understand now? Were they on the same page, each looking for what the other offered? Rune never would have expected to find a possible candidate for his pack in someone so young - even his own son was still learning those ropes and understanding his place - but each individual was different he supposed. At the boy's age, he knew he had already dedicated himself to reacquiring Tortuga and had begun training on it as well, putting most of his efforts into learning what he needed to learn for that fight when others his age were still learning about themselves. Was it possible circumstance had thrown someone similar at him now when he needed them most?
A name was given, as curious as its cryptic owner, and after a short pause another open-ended statement, obvious fishing for the answer that they both knew would come. Finding no need in tiptoeing around it any longer, Rune answered bluntly, "The right kind of individuals to recruit into my pack." It was important in his mind that he make it clear his offer was not something that was handed out to everyone; no, he was far too paranoid for it. Each member was likely to be hand-picked by either himself or one of his family, and he hoped their assessments would hold out well in the long run. "And you're looking to join one." It was less a question than it was a statement. Rune doubted he was incorrect, but remained quiet nonetheless, giving the wolf named Australis adequate time to prove him wrong or tell him otherwise.
